My brother and I had the evening paper route in the next village. Sometimes the moon would light our way home.

The story behind the story:

Delivering the newspaper was a familiar occupation for children up until recently. It used to be a safe way for a young person to make a little pocket money as well as get to know the people and intimately explore the geography in their community. Although I never had a paper route, my daughter had one, so in effect I did too. Simple traditions such as a paper route would provide a wealth of material for stories. So many came from experiences encountered on route. If you have any more paper route stories that spring to mind I would love you to send them to me.